They did nothing wrong — that is important to understand in the context of this story. And still, we discriminated against them — because it served our interests at the time to do so. This is not a story about women. Barely a month goes by without one of the major business titles, industry conferences, or business networks running features or panels on Women in IT, or Women in Business, or Women in Media.
It separated the front lines of the opposing armies and was perhaps the only location where enemy troops could meet without hostility.
Yeats to Michael Longley.
But it was during the Great War that a legend arose out of the real-life horrors that occurred in this wartime hellhole. Part Night of the Living Dead and part War Horselike all oft-told tales, it had several variants, but the basic kernel warned of scar-faced and fearless deserters banding together from nearly all sides—Australian, Austrian, British, Canadian, French, German, and Italian though none from the United States —and living deep beneath the abandoned trenches and dugouts.
According to some versions, the deserters scavenged corpses for clothing, food and weapons. And in at least one version, the deserters emerged nightly as ghoulish beasts, to feast upon the dead and dying, waging epic battles over the choicest portions.
Fussell, a professor of English at the University of Pennsylvania who had served as a lieutenant during World War II, knew well the horrors of combat, which he vividly described in his Wartime. This is where some of the bloodiest battles of the war were fought and Beaman is convinced that he has witnessed two dozen or so German prisoners of war vanish into the ground.
In the night, an officer told him, mingled with the snarling of carrion dogs, they often heard inhuman cries and rifle shots coming from that awful wilderness as though the bestial denizens were fighting among themselves. Somewhere on the battlefields of France, Rawley meets up with Alf, another deserter, who leads him underground.
He found himself in a low and narrow tunnel, revetted with rotting timbers and half-blocked with falls of earth.
The whole place was indescribably dirty and had a musty, earthy, garlicky smell, like the lair of a wild beast. Outlawed, these men lived—at least, they lived—in caves and grottoes under certain parts of the front line.
Cowardly but desperate as the lazzaroni of the old Kingdom of Naples, or the bands of beggars and coney catchers of Tudor times, recognizing no right, and no rules save of their own making, they would issue forth, it was said, from their secret lairs, after each of the interminable checkmate battles, to rob the dying of their few possessions—treasures such as boots or iron rations—and leave them dead.
The novel begins with Josh Routledge, a British deserter from the Battle of the Somme, and a German soldier-turned-pacifist, Lothar von Seeberg, being chased by mounted military police.
Out of almost nowhere, a band of 40 deserters, mostly Australian, attack the military police, and take Josh and Lothar into their dugout.
They were also very well armed. They was scruffy, dead scruffy. Sort of rugged and wild-looking, more like a bunch of pirates than anything.
There was one big brute, nigh on seven foot tall he looked. Dozens of them, perhaps hundreds. Human beings caring for one another, no matter what uniform they were wearing. It reminds us today, a century after it began, of the madness, chaos and senselessness of all the horrors of war.No one would be settling there, so a rectangle of land, miles by 35 miles, was designated No Man's Land.
It was not a state and not a territory. That made it useful to all sorts of people. We never called them in the past because the men we called in leadership roles were always happy to call us back.
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Cover Story: No Man’s Land. The term 'no man's land' was first used in a military context by soldier and historian Ernest Swinton in his short story The Point of View. The Strip began to be called No Man's Land around after one official stated "no man can own the land".
Batman: No Man's Land; Bir Tawil; Hay Meadow Massacre;. Soon thereafter, there were excursions across No Man's Land, where small gifts were exchanged, such as food, tobacco and alcohol, and souvenirs such as buttons and .
Although it was federal public land, "the Strip" (as its residents called it) was given as little administrative attention as Texas gave its High Plains public lands, and cattlemen continued their unregulated and untaxed appropriation of land on into the Strip.
Carl Coke Rister, No Man's Land (Norman: University of Oklahoma Press, ). No man's land is land that is unoccupied or is under dispute between parties who leave it unoccupied due to fear or uncertainty. The term was originally used to define a contested territory or a dumping ground for refuse between fiefdoms.
In modern times, it is commonly associated with World War I to describe the area of land between two enemy trench systems, which neither side wished to cross.